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Firecracker to the Dome

pulling my bones apart, fingers are supernatural beings
and the breaking is a back stab building bomb
beaching whales with napalm flames
loving in a heat wave
my occasional misadventure
with the wrong man
under graveyard dirt
rolling in the Puget sound
dont you smell like a teen romance
you can freelance me to the end
i wont keep these secrets plain
ill lace them in my mercury saliva
im alive it seems
today is such a themed trip on daisy dukes
in your back seat, dont we keep each other down
drown baby
in the coldest
salty lungs scream silver in the moonlight
crushing with a knife point and your crowbar
sliding up my leg
good thing this M80 love affair
only packs a pinching punch
knock my breath out
blow my hand off
leave me splintering,
not until i wake up
on blood soaked carpets
will i tell you
what it means

About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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